Misty Munros

A long bike and hike to Ben Avon and a neighbouring Munro. Cloud base stayed stubbornly at 1000m, wind failed to drop as forecast, going arduous. My compass was deployed successfully crossing the plateau. Tors loomed up like prehistoric monsters out of the mist. I gave up on the scramble to the top of Ben Avon, needing five points of contact in the gales, on abrasive Cairngorms granite that was not good for me or my jacket. Back in the valley it was a benign other world. A long, long day.